"Our Father which art in heaven Hallowed be thy name, Thy kingdom come Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven Give us this day our daily bread
False prophets speak empty words of deception They promise you freedom, but are slaves to corruption Scripture is given for reproof and correction Untaught
His hands were ripped right from the limbs, t'was dagon His head was broke off his torso, this false god You'll find that great destruction comes from
I'm not addicted I'm over my head in freebase affection I load a bowl, light the pipe suck it as it sucks my life This is a war of attrition taking my
Hagioi, apologeite peri tou pistos dia tou logou Theou Saints arise This ones for the brethren Who've not won one soul yet Let me ask you what are
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wife, knew the gig and she freaked out man Bar-Abbas understood substitution and Simon Peter, a disciple in denial and Roman soldiers long since dead,
There is a point, that is very clear A wrath is coming, in judgement near 7 Seals and 7 Trumpets 7 Bowls in the Prophecy You are on a crash course with
Blessed is he who reads And hears the words of the Prophecy And keeps the things that are written in it For the time is near Every eye will see him
we are here TELL 'EM of Salvation The WORK of God is dear LET the light shine OUT and darkness ends ADOPTED children We walk among the dead Awaiting
flee from the Wrath to Come, but I wouldn't, man I was dumb What if it had not been done for me, and I went off to flee To Tarshish to leave them dead
This Herod he was troubled, when he first learned of Christ Like so many of today, who neglect salvation life And do not give the Lord Christ Jesus,
fuckin empty And simply vengeance of dogs We gets a real nigga Let me borrow your bitch And watch me go and chill with her On a rise no lie Go against
serpent god VENGEANCE IS SWORN! Call upon the dead They were and once more will be Warriors of KUR Rulers of the black earth VENGEANCE IS SWORN! Invocation
sacrifice Infamous fire in a weird ritual Howling winds of dead chant's Leading the streams of pagan souls Centuries of endless suffering Rise rise rise
Rise, ablaze, libidinous, Devildom voyeurs Ascend to smother the light Nascent aeon's confer Chaos is spat from the black eternal sea Serrated mountains
fullfilled: The army of the dead [IV) Army Of The Dead] Holy gift a ritual of seer destruction hunting their prey,cruel in their desire for vengeance the dead warriors rise
been drawn in Perhaps it was a twist of fate, an absence of real thought She wandered to a room that before she'd never been And all at once the interest
